Post 7 mile run

Post 7 mile run. Training for my 18th marathon.

Lucky 7

Started my training! Seven was my lucky number today. Luckily there was no sunrise, or i would've been distracted by taking pictures in route to Evanston. While running i was waiting on it to rain on me, but it didn't; even though i would've gladly welcomed it.

I rarely listen to music when i run, but for this run I had Timbaland "The Way I Are", and Fugees "Ohh La La La" stuck in my head.

I need space

I can relate; the only time i got my space is when i would finally lash out, because my other half just didn't get it. Space meaning, can i atleast get a few hours away from you or a day? Your smothering me!